Just Following Orders
algrenion:

you know what i give up i just fucking give up
shading can screw itself

… …

algrenion:

you know what i give up i just fucking give up

shading can screw itself

… …

Posted: 7 months ago | Reblog
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asscreedtranscribed:

It’s hard to work if you’re dead.

Posted: 7 months ago | Reblog
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(( > See new posts in the Sibrand tag

>giddy

> there’s deSable/Sibrand porn

>oh… oh ok… ;D

>Muse says NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.))

artigliaffilati:

((Offically off hiatus, now!

I have a post in the works of those plot ideas.

I also owe people replies. If I owe you a reply, PLEASE let me know! ;A;))

Hiatus here too whoops forgot to post um ja

….so wait Rodrigo is Zoe’s father?

….awkward.

Posted: 9 months ago | Reblog
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Posted: 9 months ago | Reblog
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la-cortigiana:

/tries to keep a straight face, but laughs, shaking her head/

That is the most creative excuse I’ve heard in a long time, Sibrand. /waves her hand/ Fine, don’t give me any rose, then. I’m disappointed. 

I wasn’t making an excuse.

(via chasseur-saintprix)

la-cortigiana:

/crosses her arms, not amused by his response/

Really.

-He eyes her, his jaw ticking ever so slightly.-

…Yes.

-He paused for a moment-

…Why take it from the bush when you can marvel it from where it blooms?

(via chasseur-saintprix)

la-cortigiana:

befuerchten:

…I-

Well? Where’s my rose?

…Still blooming with the rest of them, I suppose.

(via chasseur-saintprix)

((Sibrand ICly: HOW DOES I WOMEN I FORGOT

Sibrand OOCLY: DO ROSES EVEN GROW IN THE MIDDLE EAST? WAIT. SPACE TIME CONTINUUM.))

la-cortigiana:

Sibrand, I am waiting for my rose. 

…I-

la-cortigiana:

Yes, a rose. A red one, actually. /smiles at his reaction, slowly moving her hand from under his chin. She was playing, of course, but he didn’t needed to know…yet./ Unless you truly want me to slap the taste out of your mouth?

To be frank, Sibrand wasn’t one to raise his hand to a lady, lest she called for it. As in, she attacked him first (At least, when he was in a stable sort of mindset). Of course, his earlier twist of her wrist had been more defensive, and he hadn’t known it was her in the first place. But there was a look that flashed across his green eyes that dared her to try to follow through with her threat. It was short lived.

“At least you’re specific…” He muttered, a bare hint of amusement on the edge of his voice.

(Source: befuerchten, via chasseur-saintprix)

eat-pray-leeches:

furtivamente:

allsoundsasscreed:

Auf Wiedersehen (Goodbye)! That’s French!” - Doctor

[download]

I… I don’t think…

Shhh

Shhhhhhh

No words.


Posted: 9 months ago | Reblog
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